Page 108 of Beautiful Lies

I don’t feel cursed or unlucky. Nor do I feel like Isla Monroe.

I feel like Isla Vale. A woman desired by the man she wants.

“You make me crazy,” he mutters in that barely-restrained voice.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” The dark dominance returns.

He grabs me and kisses me again, then makes his way down my body, crouching to nibble on my inner thigh.

Teasingly, he licks over the smooth mound of my pussy, spreads my legs, and sucks hard on my clit. I jolt, grasping at the wall.

“Too much, love?” He glances at me.

“No. Don’t stop.”

“I don’t plan to.”

And he doesn’t. Knox flattens his hand over my belly to hold me against the wall, then he latches onto my clit and swirls his tongue around and around.

Delirium takes me as he starts eating me out.

Against the wall, I stay with my legs spread, moaning and writhing, shamelessly rocking my hips against his face.

When he slides his tongue deeper inside me and pulls hard on my clit, I come.

A violent orgasm streaks through me, the waves of pleasure so sudden and intense they leave me shuddering and screaming his name.

“Oh, fuck. You are my favorite meal, love,” he groans, lapping at my arousal as it flow into his mouth.

I moan in response, still grasping at the wall.

He rises. I was just catching my breath, but I freeze up again when he pushes his fingers into me.

“I love how tight you are.” He pushes deeper and pumps harder. “You’re going to feel so good on my cock.”

“Knox…” That’s all I can manage. A whisper of his name.

He speeds up, and God, it feels so good. He knows exactly what I need, how to touch me, how to unravel me in ways I never thought possible.

He adds a second finger, finger-fucking me into the wall, and I hold on to him. Every thrust has my body paralyzed with pleasure.

I’m close again. Desperately close.

Right as I’m about to fall over the edge, he stops and I wince, needing him to give me more.

“Next time you come, it will be on my cock.” His fingers slip out of me.

He watches me while he undoes his belt, then rips open the fly of his pants and shoves them and his boxers down his legs. His massive cock springs free, huge, long, and thick and way too big for me.

It’s the biggest I’ve ever seen, and I worry he won’t fit inside me.

He must read my expression because he gives me that overly arrogant grin I’ve grown to know. “Don’t worry.” His smile widens. “I promise you it’ll feel good. The bigger the better.”

My breath catches, arousal coiling low in my belly from his cockiness.

Knox turns me to face the wall, and my breasts brush against the cool, silky wallpaper, then the heat from his chest is against my back. “This way first, love.” His deep voice is at my ear, pushing me into delirium. “I want to take you from behind.”